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The Study of Us - CHAPTER 8

paige x azzi (pazzi)

au fic!

word count: 5.8k

warning: language

hey yall heres chap 8. not much to say abt it cs its nth crazy but js that it wasn't edited so idk if some bits even make sense 😭 lemme know what yall think ! hope u guys enjoy 🫶🏽

‼️‼️this wasn’t edited

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Paige shoved open her door with 1 shoulder, letting it swing closed behind her with a soft thud. She dropped her gym bag to the floor, kicked off her crocs, and stood in the middle of her room for a second just breathing.

Her arms ached. Her legs ached.

She was also tired. Not the dramatic, exaggerated kind, either. The real, bone-deep kind that settled into her joints and behind her eyes like fog. She blinked slowly, took another breath, then flopped face-first onto her bed with a groan that probably echoed down the hall.

For a full min, she didn’t move. Just let her body melt into the mattress and tried not to think. Of the endless notes from film. Of the weight room that felt more like a warzone than a training space today.

But then her brain gave her a lil reminder.

Azzi. Tonight.

She rolled over with a grunt, propping herself up on her elbows. Her phone buzzed somewhere at the edge of her blanket and she fished it out lazily, swiping through notifications until she landed on Azzi’s name in her messages.

She stared at it for a beat, then started typing.

Paige: js got back to my dorm

Paige: u can come over around 6 ??

Paige: gives me time to clean n maybe nap so i dont die mid sesh lol

She hit send and stared at the screen for a second longer than necessary. Then, as if struck by a sudden bolt of awareness, she bolted upright.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, looking around the room.

The clothes. The dishes. The actual chaos that had accumulated on her desk.

“Okok. I said I’d clean. I can clean.”

It wasn’t dirty, not really. It was just lived in. There were 2 crumpled practice jerseys slung over the back of her desk chair, a single sock peeking out from beneath the bed, and a pile of notes and empty gatorade bottles occupying most of her desk surface. She shoved her phone into her pocket and got to work, redoing her hair up in a loose bun and putting one of her playlist that made it feel less like a chore and more like a montage.

Paige moved with energy—half fuelled by the desire to make the place presentable and half fuelled by the knowledge that Azzi would actually see this place. That she’d be here. In her room.

By the time the clock read 2:30 pm, Paige had made some pre solid progress. The laundry was either folded or hidden, the dishes were stacked neatly in the tiny sink, and she even lit 1 of the candles Ice had given her last Christmas which was some weird vanilla-honey scent that actually smelt kinda nice when it wasn’t overpowering.

She stood in the middle of the room again, surveying her work.

“Acceptable,” she declared to no one. “Barely.”

Her bed looked freshly made, the desk was cleard, and she even managed to find the whiteboard markers she’d lost a few weeks ago.

Her stomach growled, reminding her she hadn’t eaten, so she grabbed a protein bar and flopped back onto the bed. She opened her messages again, half-hoping Azzi had already responded.

When the reply came a few minutes after she had messaged, Paige couldn’t help but smile.

Azzi: sounds perfect

Azzi: see you at 6 :)

Azzi: i will bring snacks and flashcards like i said i would

Paige stared at the screen, the little warmth in her chest building slowly.

Paige: u r srsly too good at this. i owe you big time.

Paige: see u soon :)

She set the phone aside and stretched her arms above her head, letting herself relax again. Everything was ready—or close enough. She had just under 3 hours now. Plenty of time to shower, wear something simple that didn’t smell like gym floor. And, if she was lucky, sneak in a short nap before Azzi got here.

Paige stood up and grabbed a towel, heading toward the bathroom for a quick shower. The hot water was a relief against her skin, helping to loosen the tension in her shoulders that she didn’t even realize was there. After she finished, she wrapped herself in a towel, then pulled on a pair of grey trackies and a black nike sports bra.

She stepped back into her room, feeling the familiar weight of the day lifting as she moved around. The clean scent of body wash still clung to her skin, and she felt a little more like herself.

Paige climbed into bed and pulled the blanket over her shoulders, letting her body relax into the softness of her sheets. Her playlist still hummed in the background, a familiar rhythm in the quiet room. She let her mind wander to the evening ahead—Azzi sitting with her, focused and sweet, laughing at something dumb she said.

Something normal. Something calm. Something good.

She hadn’t realized how much she was looking forward to tonight until now.

With a soft sigh, Paige let her eyes slip closed, allowing herself to drift off, thoughts of Azzi still lingering in her mind.

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Azzi stood in front of her mirror, still dressed in the comfortable sweats she’d thrown on after she settled back into the dorm earlter. Her mind was half-focused on the clock, the other half wandering back to the thoughts that had crept in earlier of Paige. Her room. Tonight.

With a soft sigh, Azzi tugged her hoodie off and turned toward the bathroom. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Paige. Just imagining sitting with her, the easy rhythm of their conversations, her smile lighting up the room, it felt different than anything she’d experienced in a while.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind her, and Azzi turned the water on, letting it warm up before stepping in. The hot water hitting against her, the steam filling up and wrapping around the room. She tilted her head back for a moment, letting the water fall across her face, and for a second, everything else faded away. The weight of the day, the lingering tension in her shoulders, all of it was washed away with each passing minute.

She let her mind wander again as she worked through the routine, scrubbing off the day’s sweat. The thought of taking a picture of Paige earlier still lingered, that sharp image in her mind of the way Paige would look sitting at her desk, looking just a little too cute with that casual, effortlessly unposed vibe. She bit her lip as a sudden flush crept up her neck, the memory of the polaroid camera she’d jus got making her feel unexpectedly shy.

When she stepped out and wrapped herself in a towel, she took a long look in the mirror again, feeling that familiar pull toward something that felt more and more like a quiet certainty with each passing day.

It was already a little past 5:30, just a couple of minutes before she’d head over to Paige’s dorm. She moved quickly to change. She pulled on a plain, oversized hoodie and matching trackies, it was nothing flashy but it was perfect for the evening ahead. Comfortable, laid-back, and just right for the session.

She grabbed her bag and began packing her things. Snacks, flashcards, her books, laptop, and charger. and then, without thinking, she reached over to her desk and picked up the camera.

It felt different in her hands now. The camera was light, but holding it made her feel strangely aware like it meant more than it should. She kept thinking about Paige, maybe smiling, maybe mid-laugh. What if she could capture that ? Just 1 small, quiet moment. Nothing posed. Nothing big. But real. The thought made her stomach flip, and she looked down at the camera again.

Azzi swallowed, feeling her cheeks warm at the thought. She gently placed the camera into her bag, making sure it was secure. She still wasn’t entirely sure why the idea of taking a picture of Paige made her feel like her heart was doing a slow, steady flip, but she knew that it was something she couldn’t quite shake.

With a final glance at her reflection, Azzi grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder, stepping toward the door.

Azzi tugged the door shut behind her, the strap of her bag slung over one shoulder, the weight of it comforting against her side. The air outside was cooler than she expected, and the faint golden hue of the setting sun casting shadows across the pavement as she made her way across campus. The sidewalks were quiet, just a few students here and there, mostly retreating back to their rooms, the buzz of evening starting to settle in.

She kept her steps even but not hurried. There was no need to rush. Still, her heart beat a lil quicker with each stride, and it had nothing to do with pace. Her thoughts were ahead of her already on Paige. Paige, in her dorm. Paige, who would probably be in another hoodie and trackies, maybe a lil sleepy from a nap, maybe sitting cross-legged on her bed with a bag of chips between them as they studied. That’s what Azzi pictured anyway.

As she stepped into the dorm building and started walking down the hall toward Paige’s room, Azzi heard muffled shouting, a sharp burst of laughter. She smiled to herself before she even reached the door.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS ? Bro is really emoting on me. That’s not even—ok, rez me, rez me—ICE, BRO, COME ON—”

Azzi paused outside the door, listening. Paige’s voice rang through, loud and animated.

“HE’S ONE SHOT. HE’S ACTUALLY ONE. KK PUSH LEFT. LEFT ! LEFT—no, not that left. Geez, we’re cooked.”

Azzi grinned, her fingers curling into a light fist as she knocked softly once. No response.

“NOOOOOO This is actually criminal,” Paige growled from inside. “Dude, how did he third-party from that angle? That’s literally the dumbest—KK, stop emoting and rez me bro, I swear to God—”

Azzi knocked again, louder this time, and leaned in.

Still nothing.

“Hol up, I’m hearing something. Someone’s at the door ?” Paige’s voice dipped slightly, distracted. “Did I order food ? I didn’t order food.”

Azzi waited, biting her lip to keep from laughing. A second later, the door clicked open.

And there stood Paige, headset still snug over her ears, a controller still in 1 hand, her other pushing the door back lazily. Her grey trackies were low on her hips showing the top of her boxers, and she stil hadn’t bothered to throw a shirt or hoodie on yet. Her face still held that soft look of someone who had just napped, and her glasses sat slightly crooked on her nose. Her hair was up in a loose bun, messy, cute, effortless.

Azzi blinked.

She had not been prepared for this.

“Azzi ?” Paige squinted at her, a little breathless. “Wait—shit, is it six already?”

Azzi nodded, her lips parted slightly, her mind struggling to find a neutral landing point. “Uh, yea. Just about.”

Paige looked confused for half a beat before her eyes widened slightly. “Shit, sorry. I fell asleep earlier and then hopped on with KK and Ice. We’re running trios. I promise I won’t be long. You can come in.”

She stepped aside, tugging the door open wider and turning back toward her desk, still talking into the mic. “Yea, yea, I’m back. Chill. Hopefully y'all didn’t get me killed.”

Azzi stepped inside, her smile spreading again. Paige’s dorm was warm and tidy, everything in its place except for a single hoodie draped over the back of a chair. A faint vanilla-honey scent from the candle Paige lit up earlier hung in the air. But Azzi wasn’t looking at any of that.

She was looking at her.

Paige, hunched slightly forward in her chair, thumb flying across the controller, legs tucked up, headset still on. Her glasses kept slipping a little lower on her nose every time she tilted her head, and she had this intense focus, mouth slightly parted as she yelled again, “HE’S BEHIND THE TREE. I’m not even trolling—BRO. Ight he’s knocked. Ice, clean up.”

Azzi lowered her bag gently and sat down on the edge of Paige’s bed, eyes never leaving her. She reached into her bag without really thinking, fingers brushing past flashcards and snacks until they found the soft shape of the polaroid camera. She lifted it slowly, quietly.

Paige was still mid-game, too caught up to notice.

Click.

The flash went off.

“What the— ?!” Paige flinched, glancing over her shoulder while quickly muting her mic. “Did you just—did you take a picture of me?”

Azzi grinned, holding up the developing photo. “I couldn’t help it.”

Paige’s eyebrows shot up, but her smirk followed quickly. “While I’m mid-sweat ? Wow. Bold.”

“You looked focused,” Azzi said softly, biting back her own smile. “And kinda cute.”

Paige’s smirk faltered for half a second, her cheeks turning just a hint pinker behind her glasses.

“You think so ?” she asked, voice low now, just for her.

Azzi nodded, still looking at her. “Yea. I do.”

There was a pause then, just a beat between them, the game still running in the background, the clack of buttons and KK yelling indistinct things through the headset.

Paige’s mouth quirked again as she glanced back at her screen. “Well… I’m glad you caught my good side, then.”

“Hard to miss it,” Azzi replied quietly, her fingers fiddling with the photo’s edge. Her heart thudded unevenly in her chest. “You have a few.”

Paige looked at her again and the moment stretched between them, lingering, soft and charged.

“I won’t be long,” Paige murmured, suddenly shy again. “Then we can get into whatever nerd stuff you’ve got in that bag.”

Azzi laughed under her breath, a small shake of her head. “Take your time. I’m good right here.”

And she was. Watching Paige as she unmuted herself, admiring her, sitting in a room that suddenly felt warmer than any space she’d been in all day.

The photo finished developing in her hand, the soft colors settling onto the image: Paige, headset on, one hand gripping the controller, the other mid-gesture, lips parted like she’d just said something she meant.

Azzi stared at it a long time before tucking it carefully back into her bag.

On the other hand, Paige was fully locked in now.

“NAHHHHH, THAT’S WHAT YOU GET, YOU DUMBASSSSS,” she shouted, standing up slightly in her chair, her voice almost cracking. “YOU WANNA EMOTE ON ME EARLIER ? LEMME JUST T-BAG YO DUMBASS RIGHT NOW. SWING AGAIN. I DARE YOU.”

She pressed her joystick down repeatedly, making her character crouch repeatedly over the knocked body. “stupid idiot emoted on me earlier.”

Azzi, still sitting on the bed, burst into laughter. “Wow” she said, raising her brows. “You’re actually toxic.”

Paige glanced over her shoulder, unbothered. “He emoted on me when he knocked me before. I have to make it fair.”

From her headset came a burst of chaotic voices shrieking over each other.

“PAIGE, WHO IS THAT ?? WAIT—IS THAT AZZI ? IS THAT AZZI IN THE BACKGROUND ?”

Azzi looked up, curious, hearing the faint squealing but unable to make out any words. “What’s going on?”

Paige’s eyes went wide. She hunched her shoulders, pulling the mic slightly away from her mouth. “Nothing. It’s nothing,” she muttered, her voice suddenly lower, face heating up immediately.

The headset voices only got louder.

“OH MY GOD IT IS AZZI”

“Y’ALL ARE SO CUTE OH MYYYY”

Azzi tilted her head as she heard more muffled screaming from Paige's headset. “They ok in there?”

“They’re just loud,” Paige muttered, fidgeting with the thumbstick.

The squeals kept coming. “P BOOGERS LIKES AZZI SO MUCHHHHH LIKE SOOOO MUCH” KK sang dramatically. “OH MY GAWSHHHH, AZZI, YOU’RE SO COOL, YOUR VOICE IS SO SOOTHING—PAIGE, IS THAT WHAT YOU SOUND LIKE WHEN YOU TALK TO HER ?”

“I do not sound like that” Paige hissed into the mic.

“YES YOU DOOOO,” both of them chorused.

Azzi, still smiling, shook her head and reached for her water bottle. “They sound pretty wild.”

“They’re unwell,” Paige said through gritted teeth, her face now fully red. “Actually diseased.”

From the headset, “YOU GUYS WOULD BE SO CUTE TOGETHER. JUST KISS HER ALREADY.”

Paige instantly yanked the mic away. “Geez bro, I can’t with them—”

Azzi blinked. “What?”

“Oh nothing” Paige said, spinning back to the screen like she was avoiding cross-examination. “I’m hopping off after this game anyway. Got uhhhmmm, school things.”

The end of the game came fast. They cleaned up the last team with a push. Paige headshotted the final player mid-air and let out a yell.

“LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO !”

She leapt to her feet, flexing hard with both arms overhead. “VICTORY ROYALE, BABY”

She turned to Azzi, still shirtless, a lil sweaty from adrenaline, smug as hell.

Azzi, caught mid-sip of her water, choked slightly and looked away fast.

“Ok, wow,” she mumbled, covering her mouth to hide a very unchill smile. “That was… something.”

Paige grinned, still high off the win. “Told you. Revenge arc. I’m nasty wit it.”

The headset still on Paige now had KK’s voice coming through loud and clear.

“Ok but for real,” KK said, calmer now. “Paige. Be honest. You gonna try and be a lil bold tonight ?”

“Yea,” Ice added, “like, look at her. You can’t not flirt. Just a little.”

Paige leaned closer to the headset. “You are both on thin ice.”

“Just do subtle stuff” KK said. “Eye contact. Stare at her lips when she talks. Laugh at her jokes.”

“Touch her arm,” Ice added. “Like casual, not weird. But enough to be like I’m noticing you.”

“Compliment something,” KK said. “Not like ‘you’re smart,’ but like ‘you look good’ or ‘I like your voice’ that stuff works.”

“Take notes, Rizzler,” Ice cackled. “Wow, who would’ve thought we’d be giving you advice.”

Paige sighed dramatically, but her brain was taking notes. Quietly, carefully.

Eye contact. Laugh at her jokes. Subtle touches. Compliments. Stare at her lips.

Bet.

“Alright, alright, I’m hopping off,” she said, glancing at Azzi, who was now reading through one of her notebooks with her legs swinging slightly off the bed.

“Have fun being emotionally repressed!” Ice yelled.

“Good luck, P Boogers,” KK called. “We believe in you.”

“Bye, losers.” Paige said before turning off her console and taking the headset off and settling the controller next to the console.

She turned to Azzi and shrugged, trying to act casual, even as her ears were still pink.

“Ok,” she said. “I’m all yours now.”

Azzi looked up, still grinning a little. “Well, that’s good. I was starting to feel like I had competition.”

Paige blinked. “From Fortnite?”

Azzi laughed. “From the two in your headset.”

Paige snorted and sat down next to her, close—but not too close. “Trust me,” she said, voice dropping just a notch. “They don’t stand a chance.”

Azzi paused, eyes flicking toward hers briefly, and something passed between them just for a moment.

“Good,” she said softly, nudging her bag toward Paige. “Now. Let’s get nerdy.”

Azzi unzipped her backpack and started pulling things out: a small stack of flashcards, a neatly tabbed notebook, a worn textbook, and a half-crushed bag of chips.

She tossed the snacks on the bed between them, then reached back into the bag. “Oh,” she said casually, “I also brought these. Thought we might need a lil sugar boost.”

She pulled out a frozen bag and set it on the blanket with a casual thud.

Paige’s head whipped around so fast it was a miracle she didn’t get whiplash.

“Is that—Wait. Is that Tru Fru ?”

Azzi blinked. “Uh, yea. Why?”

Paige stared like she’d just seen a miracle. “Are you serious right now?” she said, reaching for the bag with almost reverent hands. “This is elite behavior. You just brought Tru Fru like it’s casual?”

Azzi laughed. “It is casual. I like them.”

“No. No, Azzi. This is amazing.”

Azzi grinned, watching her tear open the bag like it was treasure. “Glad you’re easily impressed.”

“I’m not.” Paige said, already popping one into her mouth. “Ok, maybe I am. But still—Tru Fru ?”

She offered the bag to Azzi with a look that bordered on romantic devotion. “You want one?”

Azzi took one and nudged Paige with her foot. “Alright Rizzler. Focus.”

Paige choked a little, glaring. “You heard that?”

“Bits,” Azzi said with a shrug. “Enough.”

Paige groaned and muttered something under her breath. Then, with a quick glance to make sure Azzi wasn’t looking, she checked herself.

Eye contact. Laugh at her jokes. Casual touch. Compliments. Lips. Got it.

She exhaled slowly, rolled her shoulders, and leaned in.

Azzi pulled out the flashcards and handed half to Paige. “Ok. Let’s do the derivatives first, and then hit matrix operations. Sound good?”

“Sure.” Paige leaned slightly closer. “Coach always says hit the fundamentals before the fancy plays, so. Makes sense.”

Azzi nodded. “Exactly. Derivatives are like… reading a defense. You’re not just reacting to a play, you’re predicting how it’s going to change. Like, if you’re driving the lane and the defender’s momentum is moving left, you already know to cut right.”

Paige raised her brows. “Okay… yea. Yea, that actually makes sense.”

Azzi flipped to the next flashcard. “What’s the derivative of 3x²?”

“6x,” Paige said immediately, then grinned. “Quick first step.”

Azzi chuckled. “Not bad.”

Paige tilted her head, letting the silence linger for just a second longer than necessary. “You’ve got a good teaching voice, by the way.”

Azzi blinked. “What?”

Paige shrugged, playing it off as casual. “I’m just saying. Like, it’s calm. Explains things well. Makes stuff less scary.”

Azzi opened her mouth, then shut it again, just barely ducking her head. “Thanks,” she said quietly.

Point one. Compliment. Executed.

Paige smiled, trying to hide the way her own pulse had jumped.

Azzi moved to the next card. “Alright, what’s the derivative of sin(x)?”

“Cos(x),” Paige answered, still watching Azzi.

When Azzi looked up, Paige met her eyes, holding it just a beat longer, before offering a small smile. Azzi faltered. “Right,” she said, blinking once before looking back down. “Correct.”

Eye contact. Check.

Paige scooted a little closer and reached across to grab one of the notebooks Azzi had opened, brushing their arms together. Her fingers grazed Azzi’s wrist, then lingered there just a second as she pulled the notebook toward her.

“Sorry,” Paige mumbled, but didn’t move her arm away.

Azzi didn’t either.

Touch. Casual. Executed.

They moved on to matrix multiplication. Azzi leaned in to explain it using a basketball example.

“Ok,” she said, “imagine each row in this matrix is a player, and the columns are stats—points, assists, rebounds. When you multiply by this matrix, it’s like applying game conditions—home or away, fast or slow tempo, pressure defense. It changes the output.”

Paige nodded, absorbing every word—but her eyes were flicking, just briefly, to Azzi’s mouth. Her lips, the way they moved when she talked, the little quirk in her smile when she finished explaining.

Stare at her lips. Not creepy. Just once. Nailed it.

Paige leaned in a little more, then draped her arm over Azzi’s shoulders and let it rest there. Her hand slid down to Azzi’s far arm, light and steady. She didn’t make a big deal out of it. Just… settled.

Azzi barely reacted. She was used to it now—Paige’s warmth, her arm casually thrown around her like they’d done it a dozen times. Paige’s hand resting on her shoulder as they leaned over notes together. Normal.

But then Paige’s fingers tapped lightly against her shoulder. Absentminded. Gentle. Azzi tried to focus on the next example.

“And if we look at—uh—so if this row is the defensive scheme, then…”

She trailed off, eyes flicking down.

Paige’s bicep flexed a little as she adjusted her grip, anchoring them both together. Azzi blinked, her brain stalling for just a second. Her gaze dipped lower then back up quickly.

Focus.

“Anyways” she said, voice just slightly thinner. “That’s how you interpret the output. It’s… it’s predictive.”

Paige nodded, focused and calm, totally unaware of how her muscles were being lowkey studied.

Azzi tried again, flipping a page.

Paige leaned in, chin brushing close to Azzi’s temple as she peered at the notes. “You’re smart,” she murmured. “Like, actually.”

Azzi paused.

She turned her head slowly, met Paige’s gaze up close.

Paige smiled again, soft and maybe a little too honest. “I mean it.”

Azzi’s eyes searched hers for a second too long, her heart thudding. Her mouth opened like she wanted to say something but she didn’t. Just nodded faintly and looked back down.

Paige didn’t move her arm.

They worked through the rest of the practice problems slowly, surrounded by flashcards, open books, and the remnants of snacks. Every so often, Paige would make a little joke or laugh at Azzi’s quips, just enough to keep the mood light. The tru fru bag was nearly empty.

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Azzi scribbled something into the margin of her notebook, trying to stay focused. Paige’s arm was still draped comfortably across her shoulders, her fingers resting against Azzi’s upper arm like it was second nature. It was distracting. In the most confusing, quietly electric kind of way.

Paige glanced over at Azzi’s backpack again and tilted her head. “Hey,” she said, nudging Azzi’s knee with her own. “You just get that camera ?”

Azzi looked up, blinking. “Oh. Yea.” She reached over and pulled the small, pastel pink camera out from where it was half-buried under a notebook. “Received it this morning. Been wanting one for a while.”

Paige’s eyes lit up. “It’s cute. The colour is nice and kinda soft. Feels very you.”

Azzi gave her a skeptical look. “Soft ?”

Paige smirked. “In a good way. Like… deceptively powerful. Sneaky-soft.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Ok, sure.”

Paige leaned closer, eyes flicking to the camera in her hands. “Also, by the way,” she added casually, “you can keep that pic you took earlier. Of me.”

Azzi paused, fingers tightening slightly around the camera.

She didn’t say anything for a moment. Just looked down at the camera like it had betrayed her.

“I mean,” Paige continued, voice a little gentler now, “not that I’m, like, obsessed with how it came out or anything. Just… you know. You took it. It’s yours.”

Azzi glanced at her, surprised by the softness in her tone. “Ok,” she said. “Thanks.”

There was a small pause.

“You wanna take one together ?” Azzi asked, not quite meeting Paige’s eyes. “Like… for the study archives or whatever.”

Paige beamed. “Absolutely.”

Azzi turned on the Polaroid and flipped it around in her hands. “Ok, it’s set… we’ll have to, uh… get close.”

Paige’s heart jumped just slightly but she kept it cool. “Right. Cool. Yea, no prob.”

She adjusted her position without moving her arm from Azzi’s shoulder, instead pulling her a bit closer, their bodies shifting naturally until their sides were pressed together.

Azzi inhaled a little too sharply.

The camera was held out in Azzi’s hand, a little shaky, so Paige reached her other hand up to help steady it. In doing so, she dipped her head slightly, letting her cheek rest gently against the top of Azzi’s head.

Azzi froze. Her heart was doing something weird.

“Ok ?” Paige asked, voice soft right above her ear.

Azzi swallowed. “Y-Yea. Good. Smile.”

They both smiled—maybe too much, maybe too soft. Paige’s eyes had crinkled a little at the corners, and Azzi’s dimples showed as her lips curled with that barely-there shyness she only showed when she wasn’t guarding herself.

Click.

The camera whirred and slowly spat out the photo.

They stayed like that for a second longer than necessary.

Neither moved.

Then the photo popped out, and Azzi reached for it quickly, setting the camera down.

The image was still developing, colours slowly blooming into clarity.

Paige leaned over to peek, cheek brushing against Azzi’s hair again. “Nawwww that’s actually kinda cute.”

Azzi held it up between them, her thumb brushing the edge. “Yea,” she murmured. “It… is.”

The photo showed them pressed close together, Paige’s arm curled protectively around Azzi’s shoulders, her cheek resting on Azzi’s head. Azzi was leaning just barely into her. They both looked comfortable. Happy. A little flushed. Like more than friends.

Azzi glanced up at Paige, who was already looking at her.

Neither of them said anything.

Paige just smiled, softer now. “You can keep that one too, if you want.”

Azzi blinked, something tugging in her chest.

“Thanks,” she said again. And this time, she meant something more.

She set the photo carefully beside the flashcards.

“…Ok,” she said after a beat, “but now I want one to keep for myself.”

Azzi looked over, intrigued. “Another one?”

“Yea,” Paige grinned. “But this one’s gotta be stupid. Like, completely unserious. I want chaos.”

Azzi blinked. “Chaos ?”

“Yeah. A silly one,” Paige said, reaching for the camera again. “Like for balance. You keep the soft, wholesome one. I keep the unhinged one.”

Azzi gave her a slow, suspicious look. “Define unhinged.”

“Like… we commit. Dumb faces. Chaos energy. No regrets,” Paige said, sitting up straighter with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Azzi laughed despite herself. “Ok, fine. But if this ends up on the internet, I’m suing.”

“No one’s seeing it but me,” Paige said, holding the camera up again. “Unless u start slandering me publicly. Then it’s going on every social media platform I use.”

Azzi scoffed, scooting closer to get in the frame again. “I’m literally tryna help you pass.”

“Exactly why I’m letting you in this iconic moment.”

They shifted again, bodies brushing, legs pressed together. Paige slung her arm right back over Azzi’s shoulder like she belonged there and grinned.

“Ok,” Paige whispered. “How about you do the disgusted look. Like, ‘ew what the fuck’. I’ll go dumbass mode.”

Azzi bit back a smile, but she nodded, glancing up at Paige as Paige tilted her head toward her dramatically.

At the last second, Azzi turned her face, giving Paige a dirty—chin tucked, eyes narrowed, lips curled like she couldn’t believe she was associated with this person. Her head rested right on Paige’s shoulder, angled up, expression perfect.

Paige, meanwhile, crossed her eyes hard and stuck her tongue out to the side, her nose nearly brushing Azzi’s from how close they were.

Their cheeks were flushed immediately but they held still.

Click.

The photo slid out again with a whir, and they both burst into laughter immediately, faces still close enough that Paige had to pull back slightly to avoid accidentally bumping lips.

“That was ridiculous,” Azzi muttered, but she was smiling so hard her eyes had almost disappeared.

“Iconic,” Paige corrected, already grabbing the photo and waving it gently in the air to help it develop. “Frame-worthy. Poster-worthy.”

When the image started to appear, they leaned in again to look—Azzi’s dramatic look, Paige’s deranged expression, their faces way too close, and somehow still cute.

Paige blinked at it, a slow grin spreading across her face.

Azzi tilted her head. “We look…”

Paige snatched the marker from the desk, uncapping it with her teeth before scrawling the date along the bottom of the photo. Then, trying to play it cool despite the buzz of excitement under her skin, she stood and slapped the photo onto the corner of her whiteboard, holding it in place with a magnet.

Then she turned back to Azzi.

“We lwkey look like a couple.”

Azzi blinked. Her breath caught in her throat.

Paige didn’t say it like a joke.

She said it with a little smile and a shrug, like the observation didn’t scare her. Like maybe she’d been thinking about it for a while.

Azzi opened her mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again.

“I—yea,” she said, voice quieter than before. “We kinda do.”

Their eyes held for a moment longer than they should have. Long enough that Paige’s teasing smile started to fade into something softer. Something neither of them could name yet.

But neither looked away.

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Time had slipped by unnoticed. Now, the clock on Paige’s desk glowed quietly—9:02 pm.

Azzk’s gaze flicked to it, reluctant. She shifted a little on the bed, tugging her hoodie sleeve over her hand, suddenly too aware of how late it had gotten and how long she’d been there.

3 hours. 3 entire hours of studying, laughing, and taking couple-like polaroids with someone she never thought she’d be like this with.

She shouldn’t have been thinking about how good Paige looked like this with her bare shoulders, messy bun, those grey trackies still hanging low on her hips. And those glasses. God. It was like some twisted test designed to expose all her weak spots.

Paige, meanwhile, stretched with a soft groan and stood up, glancing toward the door like she’d just remembered Azzi had to leave at some point. She looked over, eyes soft.

“You heading out ?”

Azzi nodded slowly, rising to her feet. “Yea. I probs should before I end up just… staying.”

Paige chuckled. “You wouldn’t hear me complain.”

That made Azzi pause for a split second, but she forced a little smirk and reached for her backpack.

Paige walked her to the door without thinking, her hand finding its way to Azzi’s waist as they moved side by side. Natural. Familiar now. Her touch lingered even as they stopped at the threshold.

Azzi turned to her, backpack slung over one shoulder, a little flush high on her cheeks. “Thanks for today,” she said quietly. “This was… actually kinda fun.”

Paige smiled, stepping closer. “Yea ?” Her voice dropped a little. “I like hanging out with you.”

Azzi swallowed, eyes flicking down, and then back up. “I like hanging out with you too.”

They leaned in at the same time hugging like it was routine now. Like this was what they did.

Paige wrapped her arms around Azzi’s waist, slow and easy, pulling her in. Azzi’s hands found Paige’s back, fingers curling gently into the bare skin.

The hug lingered. Just a little too long. Just enough to feel everything.

Paige’s hand moved slowly, softly up and down Azzi’s back. A quiet caress. Thoughtless, but tender.

“Text me when you get back ?” Paige murmured near her ear.

Azzi nodded, eyes fluttering shut. “Yea I will.”

Paige hesitated, lips close enough to brush the edge of Azzi’s cheek but not quite touching. “I could walk you back,” she offered softly. “It’s dark.”

Azzi shook her head gently, still in her arms. “You don’t have to. That’d be… too much.”

Paige smiled against her hair. “Too much, huh ?”

Azzi breathed a soft laugh. “Yea.”

They pulled back slightly, but their arms stayed in place. Just swaying there in the doorway, faces close again, unspoken things passing between them.

“I’ll see you soon ?” Paige asked, voice a whisper now.

Azzi nodded, eyes warm. “Yea. Soon.”

Then slowly, they let go.

Paige watched as Azzi disappeared down the hallway. The warmth of her still clinging to her skin. And when she closed the door, she didn’t move for a long time.

Just stood there.

Smiling.

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elleaitch22 · 20 days ago

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Terms of Endearment

Chapter 6: Peace, Interrupted

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: Busy week this week, so I hope I'll be able to post chapter 7 by Wednesday! I hope you love it!! xx Elle

Warnings: Emotional abuse recovery and homophobia

Word Count: 3.4k

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Azzi blinked slowly, as sunlight began to peek through the curtains of her new bedroom. For a moment, she just lay there, listening to the quiet. No sirens, no shouting, no heels clicking outside her window. It was different. Peaceful.

Chicago was a city that never slept, but on the 59th floor of the Aurelia, Azzi finally could.

This was the first weekend she had been able to go to sleep before 3 a.m. since moving to Chicago. Now that she was free of Maison Noire, she would not be going back, ever. She had no more late-night shifts or weird customers, all because of Paige.

She nuzzled further into the soft, silky sheets and inhaled deeply. The lavender scented detergent lingered in the air, soothing Azzi’s nerves. She was rested now. She could think about Paige and all these handouts with a fully present mind.

A condo. A driver. Money. Too much money.

On one hand, Azzi wanted to say that it was a more acceptable form of what Grant was doing to her. But Jana’s comment from yesterday popped back into her head.

They said I’m family now.

And Paige? Paige clearly took care of her family.

Azzi decided she should wait it out.

People always show you who they are if you give them enough time.

She rolled out of bed, padding barefoot across the wooden floor to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, twisted the front of her hair into a bun, and slipped into some leggings and an oversized t-shirt from her dad. She sighed as she pulled on a pair of fuzzy socks – Azzi hated cold floors.

She sat at the table, cataloging what the apartment had and listed what she still needed. She was still doing an inventory of the refrigerator’s contents when she heard a knock on her front door.

Unlike yesterday, Azzi was fully awake – awake enough to panic. Had Grant found her?

Breathe, Azzi. No one knows you live here, except for safe people.

Peeking in the peephole, she saw Ice outside balancing a tray of coffee on top of a stack of books.

She flung the door open. “Let me take some of that for you!” She exclaimed.

Ice handed off the tray and followed her into the living room.

“No shoes inside,” Azzi added.

Ice kicked her Crocs off by the door with a playful smirk, before continuing into the apartment with a slight grimace. “I’m so happy Paige sent me,” she started, “This place is making me depressed.”

Azzi ducked her head and blushed. “Excuse me,” putting a hand to her chest dramatically. “Somebody decided to move me out of my old palace and move me into this dump with no notice!”

The women giggled, “Seriously though, I’m excited to help you make this space come to life! First things first, what kind of vibes are you wanting?”

“Oh,” she paused to think. Azzi was already indecisive, but her previous relationship did not help with that. “Um, maybe just a calm vibe?” She said, unsure.

“Well, there are many different ways we could style calm. We could do forest calm with lots of greens and browns. We could do beachy calm with blues and taupes. Or we could do a darker calm, grays, blacks, and whites. Which would you pre–”

Before Ice could finish her statement, Azzi’s front door opened. “What’s up girly pops!” KK strolled into the kitchen happily. She plopped onto the couch. “Am I late?”

“Who even invited you, Kamorea?” Ice rolled her eyes.

“Girl boo!” She turned to Azzi. “Paige said y’all were gonna meet up today, and I felt let out. I’m here to help!” She beamed.

Azzi loved the happy and lighthearted energy KK brought everywhere she went. She understood why everyone liked her so much. “Thanks for coming, KK. Do you guys want some breakfast? I was going to make an omelet before Ice came over.”

Both women put their order in with Azzi, Ice moving to the dining room to make a few sample boards for Azzi to choose from, while KK followed Azzi into the kitchen.

The next thirty minutes were filled with rapid fire questions.

Why do you work with children? Do they annoy you? What do you do when you’re mad? Do you ever lose your temper? What made you want to teach anyway? What’s your favorite food? Are you allergic to anything? Did you know Soleil is allergic to gluten too? Twins! How do you feel about the arrangement and everything? Is there anything we can do to make this easier for you? Do you know how hard it is to get into our family? You know you can always ask us for help? Am I your favorite so far? Do you have social media? Can you send me your handles? Oh, you don’t have my number, here. The most important question, what are all your favorites? Food, color, season, vacation, place, restaurant, movie, show, artist, song, book, smell, holiday.

Azzi had felt like she’d undergone an interrogation, not as aggressive as it could have been, but KK was obviously fishing for information.

She didn’t mind though. Initially, she felt almost guilty, laughing and joking with her new friends. Grant never allowed her to have girl time. During the first thirty minutes of Ice and KK’s visit, Azzi looked towards the front door every two or three minutes. She was tense, bracing herself for the angry tirade Grant would go on when he got home.

Over time, Azzi’s shoulders involuntarily loosened. Her laugh came easier. And her jokes and sarcasm flowed naturally. She could breathe deeply because she had friends. For the first time in a long time, Azzi had girlfriends again. The thought made her heart stutter in her chest.

“Shut up, KK.” Ice groaned, “Azzi, come pick a sample board before Paige murders me for wasting time.”

Ice had composed seven different options for Azzi to choose from. Which was lovely, except for the fact that Azzi hated making decisions like this. She would rather someone else chose so she didn’t have to sit there stuck on the same question for five hours. She was grateful that she was cooking, so she had something else to occupy her mind.

Azzi knew she didn’t like the ones that were mostly monochromatic, which eliminated three of the seven options. She wasn’t really a fan of the palette with only different shades of brown.

She served the ladies their omelets while she looked closer had the different sample boards. She narrowed it down to three options. Baby pinks, dark teals, and golds. Pinks, oranges, and yellows. And blues and greens.

Without vegetables to cut and omelets to make, Azzi had no more distractions.

Her hands wringed together anxiously. She didn’t want to make the wrong choice.

You can’t even pick which colors you want in your house? You’re a worthless fucking idiot.

“I kinda of like the one with the orange.” Ice said when she saw how flustered Azzi was getting. “Besides, it’s no big deal. If you don’t like it, we can always change it later.”

“Yeah, girly pop! For once, Ice is right! If you do the orange, you can do more happy colors. Like you can have those yellow pillows, and orange and pick rug, and a pink couch! You can have fun in here, and if you decide you don’t like it, fuck it!” KK’s logic made perfect sense to Azzi in that moment.

She swallowed thickly, head jerking in a nod. “S-sorry, sometimes it’s hard for me to make decisions.”

Both women looked at her, sadness in their eyes. “It’s not that bad. My ex, Grant, used to make all the decisions. He was a little controlling, and it’s just a little hard to remember he’s not in charge anymore.” Azzi finished, looking down as the empty plate.

Before either woman could answer, Azzi phone rang loudly. For a second, she was a statue. Fuck, had he found her already?

“Are you gonna get that?” Ice questioned lowly.

Jogging to her room to get the device, her brow furrowed. What the hell is her school doing calling her on a Sunday.

She waited to pick up, “Sorry guys, it’s my boss. Are you cool with waiting for a second?”

Ice nodded, gathering her things quickly. “Yeah, that’s fine. I need to get these plans to Paige so they can be finished sooner.”

KK still had half her omelet, so she stayed – and ended up hearing everything.

“Good morning, Mr. Smith. I hope you’re having a good Sunday.” Azzi’s voice was filled with false cheer. She was still salty over the meeting with Paige and Soleil.

“My day would be a lot better if one of my teachers wasn’t photographed being a harlot!” The principal sneered.

Azzi reeled back, like she’d been slapped. “Excuse me?”

You’re just a slut, Azzi. Not worth anything but your mouth and your cunt.

“I’ve had seventeen parents find me during the service to say their children don’t deserve to be corrupted by someone like you. You’re fired effect–”

Azzi’s eyes bug out of her head. “Fired?” She screeches.

“This can’t be surprising to you, Ms. Fudd. After I just talked to you about your behavior, you start dating your student’s parent!” Mr. Smith fusses.

“That’s not fair!” Azzi exclaims. “Mrs. Baker used–!”

Mr. Smith cut her off. “Well, Mrs. Baker isn’t a lesbian. That goes against our code of conduct. Please be here at 6 tomorrow morning to clean out your belongings.”

Click.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to hit something.

Everything Grant had said to her came rushing back in.

You’ll open your legs for anyone who gives you a little attention. You’re a fucking whore. You think that guy’s gonna want you when he sees how used up you are? I’m so happy I don’t have kids because I could never leave them with you. You’re too fucking stupid to know how to teach them anything. The only thing you’re good at is sucking dick and laying on your back. You’re fucking pathetic. Worthless. Useless. You should be grateful I love you so much because no one else would put up with this shit.

Azzi was spiraling.

KK winced at the guttural sobs coming from Azzi’s room. She felt white hot rage at the things she overheard. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know how to fix it.

So she waited.

She washed the cutting boards and pans Azzi used to make breakfast. She wiped down the sink and countertops. She made sure everything was put away.

But Azzi didn’t come out. KK still heard sniffling coming from the bedroom, and she sighed. She was about to sit on the couch and wait a little longer before a thought popped in her mind. She knew exactly who could fix this.

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Paige smiled softly, looking at the options Azzi selected for her space. This was probably one of the best ideas she had. She got to dump out piles of money for the brunette, she was able to make sure she had a friend here, and, if KK had done what she was supposed to do, she would know a little more about Azzi Fudd.

Ice was getting to office furnishings when KK burst in.

“Azzi just got fired!”

The chatter between the two women stilled, heads snapping up. “KK what are you talking about?” Ice questioned.

“I heard it. Her principal called. He just fired her for dating Paige. Pictures were going around and parents were complaining.” Her voice was firm, face blank. KK was serious.

The best friends looked at Paige warily. “You didn’t think about that?” Ice questioned sharply.

For once, Paige stuttered. “I-I thought I covered everything.�� Rubbing her temples, leg bouncing. “I told Q to bury the story. I paid her ten thousand dollars to make everything go away. She brought me the card with all the pictures on it.”

She was pissed. Obviously at the school, but also with herself. Paige Bueckers was always supposed to be ten steps ahead of everyone else. It was why she assigned Morgan to Azzi, why she moved her into her building. She went on this whole tirade about the media getting information about her, she didn’t even think about the repercussions it would have on her. A queer Black woman working at a Christian school.

Paige didn’t know how she looked at Azzi until she looked at the photos Q had dropped off. Anyone with eyes and a brain could see the hungry gaze Paige gave her. They could see the want as she looked at Azzi painting with Soleil. The heat in her blue eyes was evident during their dance. Of course the school would think they were together.

“FUCK!”

“Mommy, that’s a bad wowd.” Soleil looked up from her LEGO tower, hand extended. “You owe me ten dollaws.”

Paige sighed, forcing herself to calm down. “I’m sorry honey.” She fished a bill out from her wallet, “I was doing so well too.”

“It’s okay! Now I can get some ice cweam!” She smiled brightly.

“I’ll take her! Fire and Ice adventure time.” Ice beamed. Soleil squealed with excitement.

All the control Paige normally had was gone. For years, she’d controlled every narrative about herself. But she lost control last night – she let everyone see how much she wanted Azzi. And she got hurt because of it. She embarrassed her. Cost her everything.

Anyone could see how much Azzi loved her job. It was in the smile she wore when she saw her students. It was in the way her classroom was decorated. It was in the way she talked to children as equals, not second class citizens.

She loved that job. She needed that job. And Paige had gone and fucked it all up.

She’s going to leave. She’s going to leave Soleil.

Paige shook her head. No. Fuck no. She wouldn’t let her mistake screw with Soleil too.

She was going to fix this. She had to fix this. She would have Allie draft a lawsuit. She would buy the school if she needed. She would take all that money for the library and move Lei to a different school. A better school.

Nothing can undo what you did. Paige deflated, lifting her head from her hands.

“She really liked her job.” KK muttered, face serious. “She wouldn’t shut up about it.”

“I know,” Blue eyes traced the designs on the rug.

“Do you want me to get Nika?” Paige nodded sharply.

Nika would know what to do. It was half her job – being the COO and CMO of Kairos Equity meant that she would know how to handle scandals and negotiations. She would tell Paige what to do.

Paige pulled out her phone to text Allie, her lawyer, when Nika’s heels clacked across the polished floors.

“KK told me what happened. What are you thinking?” She cut straight to the point.

Paige ran her hands down her pale face. “Fuck, this is all my fault.” How the fuck was she supposed to prove that she would be good enough for Azzi if she couldn’t even think enough to know that she’d get fired if their “relationship” was publicized? “Nik. I need you to help me fix this. I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me if she can’t keep her job.”

Nika placed a warm hand on Paige’s shoulder. “Nothing like that’s gonna happen. I’ll fix it. Everyone knows you can’t fire someone for their sexuality; there are federal laws to support her. I’ll call Allie and have her look into it. You just need to relax.”

Paige heard the things Nika was saying, but she didn’t quite believe her. Azzi was a good teacher, and Paige’s ignorance costed her a job she was very good at.

“Have you talked to her yet?” Nika asked lowly.

The blonde shood her head, “I was planning on it. Was gonna start with talking about the shit with Ice, then try to get to know her.” She muttered.

“Oh,” Nika breathed. “That’s why you care so much.”

Paige’s head shot up, “What are you talking about.”

“You like her.” She smirked. “You’re trying to woo her, and you think she’s going to be so upset that she doesn’t give you a chance.” The stupid little smirk had turned into a full-blown grin.

“Shut up.” Through clenched teeth. “You really think she’s gonna want to talk to me today? Much less share a meal with me? She should hate me.”

“Suck it up, buttercup!” Nika says, rising from the couch. “Just ask her. She’s nice, so it’s not like she’ll say no. Use your charm and you’ll be fine. Just get her to dinner and talk to her.”

Paige pouted for a little while before doing what her big sister told her to do.

First, she texted Ice and asked her to come back after ice cream so they could finish ordering things for Azzi’s apartment.

Dinner tonight? I’ll be down to get you at 7. Wear whatever makes you comfortable.

Simple. Paige launched her phone to the sofa on the opposite side of the living room. Elbows on knees, she waited for the ding of a text message.

Ding

Azzi Fudd: How fancy is this place?

Paige sighed, she should’ve known Nika was right.

It can be casual or fancy. We’re in a private room. Wear anything but sweats.

The next ding came at the same time of the elevator.

Azzi Fudd: See you at 7

Paige only had a few seconds to wipe the smile off her face before Ice walked in.

Tonight was going to be perfect. It had to be.

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Azzi was confused.

From what she remembered, they had to do one outing a week. They had just spent the entire night at a gala. Cameras followed their every move, surely that had to be enough, right?

Maybe it’s a date? She wouldn’t mind getting to know Paige better. She was pretty, intelligent, and she had the perfect daughter. She was protective enough to make Azzi feel safe, and that is probably why she was dangerous. Grant made her feel safe too, it didn’t last long, but he did.

She knew the signs to look for now. How to differentiate between being controlling and being assertive. She wouldn’t let herself be with someone life Grant again.

Besides, Azzi knew the Paige was out of her league. She’s one of the richest women in the United States. She had seen countless articles about her being the most wanted bachelorette. She’d had girls thirsting over her since she was in high school. She could have anyone she ever wanted, and she didn’t want Azzi. No. She just pitied and appreciated her enough to adopt her into her makeshift family.

Azzi figured she should take advantage of her situation and get as much free stuff as she should. She’d be able to heal her heart later, but pretty blondes who are willing to spoil you don’t come around often.

She was grateful for the distraction the dinner would provide.

She padded to the kitchen, digging for a spoon and some ice cream, before plopping down on the couch. She set an alarm for 5:00 so she’d have enough time to get ready, opting to watch Grey’s Anatomy in the meantime.

The show still played in the background while Azzi was getting ready. She browsed her closet and landed on a burnt orange mini dress. The lightweight fabric flowed while still showing her figure. She paired it with strappy, brown sandals and a light jacket. She pulled her hair up into a tasteful puff, and after adding a light layer of makeup, she felt ready.

Paige knocked on the door promptly at 6:30. She wore an all cream Honor the Gift outfit, a pair of Nike dunk lows, and a nice Dior bracelet. Her hair was left down and in gentle waves. She looked effortlessly beautiful, and Azzi felt a little better about letting the pretty woman ruin her life.

“Hey. I should’ve asked this earlier, but are you allergic to anything?” Paige asked as they walked to the elevator.

“Just gluten, like Soleil. I miss eating things that brought me joy.” She joked.

“Perfect, the restaurant I chose has a great gluten free menu.”

Azzi let Paige lead her, waiting to see how this night would turn out.

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formulaonecrumbs · 1 month ago

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what’s he supposed to be? an alien.

Lando Norris x older sister!reader

summary: lando helps ollie and reader build a ‘spaceship’

warnings: NONNNEEE

A/N: i have had a bunch of these prepared already so u’re getting them now cuz i don’t feel like studying but i wanna do something productive 😚 specific anon, i’ve seen ur request about this series (u know who u are) and i will get to that but i just want to get out what i already have written for them. it’s also basically what u asked for but it includes the other norris siblings less which i will start to do 🙂‍↕️ also i aged ollie up. TECHNICALLY he’s 3 years older than lando but i’ve made him 5 years older just to fit reader in YAY! LOVE YALL. ENJOY ❤️

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home film #2 (out of a gazillion)- found in a cardboard box labelled ‘memories’

(recorded: back garden, norris family home, bristol)

timestamp: 1:16 pm 06-30-2003

the camcorder clicks on to the sound of children screaming—not the scary kind, the giggly kind, the kind that makes cisca laugh as she fumbles with the zoom.

the screen comes into focus: it’s the back garden, and it’s absolute chaos.

there are cardboard boxes everywhere. big ones, small ones, some half-crushed. there’s a pile of tape rolls sitting on the grass. scissors someone definitely shouldn’t be using are lying dangerously close to a puddle of glue.

“what on earth are they making?” adam’s voice says off-camera.

“a spaceship,” cisca answers, zooming in.

and there you are, about seven years old, hands on your hips like you’re the commander of some serious construction mission. ollie’s off to the side, about nine, wearing a bucket on his head like it’s a helmet. he’s wrestling with two boxes that clearly do not fit together.

and then there’s lando.

three years old (almost four). wearing socks on his hands. and crocs. the socks are red. the crocs are neon green.

“what’s he supposed to be?” adam asks, trying not to laugh.

“an alien,” you say proudly, turning to the camera. “he’s helping.”

“yeah!” lando yells, waving his sock hands in the air and immediately falling over the tape roll.

you rush to help him up, giggling the whole time.

“careful, bean,” you say, brushing grass off his shirt. “aliens can’t fly if they break their knees.”

“nooo,” he pouts, looking dramatically at his legs. “my knees are fine.”

ollie throws a pillow at him. “you’re slowing down the launch!”

lando squeals, picks up a cardboard tube, and starts swinging it wildly. “defending the spaceship!!”

“lando—no!” you shout, ducking as the tube nearly knocks over a pile of boxes. “this is delicate engineering!”

“delicut en-gen-eering,” lando repeats proudly, not knowing what it means but saying it like he invented the word.

the camera shakes from cisca laughing.

you and ollie eventually finish taping the boxes into a big, wobbly shape with windows cut out and scribbles drawn all over the sides. you even stick a paper plate to the top.

“what’s that for?” adam asks.

“satellite dish,” you reply, like it’s obvious.

the three of you crawl inside. the camera moves closer, catching a shot through the “window.”

ollie’s at the back with a walkie-talkie. you’re at the front pressing buttons drawn on with markers. and lando’s in the middle, holding the cardboard tube like a sword, eyes wide.

“commander y/n ready for takeoff,” you announce.

“copy that,” says ollie.

“alien lando ready too!”

“where are you going?” cisca calls out.

you grin. “we’re going to the moon to find more beans like lando.”

“beans like me!” lando says, clapping his sock hands together.

the screen catches a final shot of the three of you inside your “spaceship,” squished together, laughing like it’s the best day ever.

the spaceship collapses thirty seconds later.

“oops,” lando says from under a pile of cardboard.

fade to black.

THE END :>

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httpdwaekki · 7 months ago

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massage | l.m. - s.c. - h.h. - y.j.

summary: you're sore and stressed but luckily your boy is there to help. collab w/ @giddyfatherchris <3

wc | ss: 5.4k | 5

warnings: fem! reader, use of noona (jeongin), nudity (not sexual), descriptions of pain, definitely typos bc i wrote most of these a long time ago, probably more but you get the generally consensus.

a/n: i would like to give ilya a formal apology for how long it took me to write these, truly an egregious amount of time LMAO. but she never rushed me once and i love n appreciate that more than she knows. also made these way longer than they needed to be but, anyway! i hope you all enjoy, remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3. (also sorry if the writing style feels different for some, i wrote these months apart so it might get weird lol)

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(photos are not mine! credit to owners!)

minho

wc: 1.5k | ss: 1

you didn’t argue it further knowing it was futile.

he wraps an arm around your waist as you both say your goodbyes, helping you walk back to the car. you were both spending the day with his members, chan had found a new trail he wanted to explore, inviting all the members and you to tag along.

about half way into the trail your ankle started to flare up, causing you to start limping. it was an old injury that just didn’t heal correctly so being on it for long periods of time causes pain as well as swelling. you tried to hide it because you were having a good time but minho clocked it almost immediately.

once you were sat in the car, minho rounded the car, popping the trunk of the car to grab something. he opens the door, sitting while placing a bag in your lap before starting the car. “what’s this?” you asked softly, opening the bag.

“i figured your feet would hurt after walking for so long so i brought comfier shoes for you.” he explains as you pull out your crocs and a pair of soft socks. you stick out your bottom lip, heart warming from the kind gesture. you kick your old shoes off, replacing them with the softer pair, placing the old ones back in the bag.

“thank you 자기야.” leaning over, giving him a kiss on his slightly pink cheek, settling back in your chair. he smiles, putting the car in gear before grabbing your hand, looking into your eyes as he places a kiss to the back of it. “anything for you.” he whispers against your skin, dropping your joined hands in his lap before taking his foot off the brake.

the ride home was silent beside the music softly playing in the background as minho drove. you leaned towards him, hissing as your ankle and foot began to feel tender. he squeezes your hand, placing a kiss to it, rubbing soothing circles to the back of it.

“we’ll be home soon 야기.” you nod, trying not to think about the throbbing pain, focusing more on the passing landscape.

soon the car pulls up to your shared apartment, luckily there was an open spot in front of your building. you unbuckle your seatbelt, reaching for the door handle, letting go of his hand before he grabs it again. you pause, looking at him confused, “what’s wrong?” you ask softly.

“just wait a second, let me help you.” he waits for a response, big eyes staring into yours. you nod, allowing him to help. he smiles, placing one last kiss to the back of your hand before unbuckling, making his way to your side.

he opens the door, pointing to the bag by your feet, “let me take that first.” you hand it over before carefully scooting to the edge of the seat. he puts the bag on his back before reaching down for you.

you take his hands, planting your feet on the ground, hissing at the slight pressure you put on the sore appendage. “take your time, okay? don’t push it.” he says, rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand once more. you nod, taking a deep breath before carefully standing up.

he helps pull up the extra weight, helping you lean against him a bit once at your full height. once you move out of the way, you push the door closed as minho adjusted his grip on your waist.

“ready?” you nod, smiling as you slowly limp your way to your door, suddenly thankful you lived on the first floor. he quickly unlocks the door, placing the bag to the side before slipping off his shoes.

“do you need help?” he asks, pointing to your feet still in your crocs. you shake your head before holding onto his arm, slipping your feet out of the shoes cautiously. he helps you to your room where he sits you down on the bed before opening the closet.

“do you wanna take a shower now or later?” he asks, rummaging through clothes for something more comfortable for both of you to change into. you thought about it for a second, knowing you probably should, but just wanting to relax and stay off your foot.

“i’ll shower a little later, once it starts feeling better.” you respond as he walks over with two sets of clothes in hand. he places yours down next to you, “do you want help getting changed?” you nod your head before answering, “maybe with the shorts, please.” you smiled up at him.

“of course 야기.” he says, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead while reaching for your shorts. he taps your thigh, then his shoulder, causing you to stand up, balancing on his shoulder.

“i’m gonna unbutton these now, okay?” he asks, his fingers brushing the metal of your pants. you nod before he undoes the button, pulling down the zipper, sliding his hands into the fabric, pulling it down your legs.

you lift each leg to let him take the fabric off them, wincing as you put pressure on the hurt one. he kisses the leg of your hurt ankle, rubbing it softly as he tosses your pants to the side. he grabs the shorts on the edge of your bed, getting them ready for you to step in safely.

“ just one more time 자기야 .” he says, waiting for you to step into them. you adjust your grip on his shoulders one last time before stepping into it. you bite your lip in pain, as you slip the second leg into the fabric, letting him pull them up your legs completely.

he places a kiss to each thigh before you sit back down. “thank you, min.” you smile before he gets up, leaving a kiss on your lips as he goes. “anything for you, 야기.” he smiles back before grabbing his stack of clothes on the bed.“i’ll be right back okay?” you nod and watch as he walks into the bathroom not bothering to shut the door.

you slip off your shirt, replacing it with a softer, bigger one, throwing the old fabric in the same direction as your pants. you get up to walk (limp) your way to the kitchen to grab a cold compress before you relax.

you made it to the door before minho leaves the bathroom. “what do you think you’re doing?” he asks from the doorway, his hands full of medicine, lotions and wraps. “i’m going to get a cold compress from the freezer?” you ask in a small voice, feeling like a kid that got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“sit back down before you make it worse please.” he scolds, pointing to the bed as best he could with full arms. “but i-” you cut yourself dramatically points to the bed once more. you sigh, shuffling your way back to the bed, where you sit down once more.

he walks over, setting everything down on the foot of the bed before gently grabbing your leg, slotting himself between them, placing the hurt one on his lap. he grabs the medicated lotion, lightly massaging the swollen area.

“oh that feels nice.” you sigh, sinking into the pillows behind you as he continues his work. he does that for a good 15 minutes, pausing when he hits a particularly sore spot before continuing with a softer touch.

you didn’t realize you had fallen asleep until he finishes wrapping up your foot and ankle, grabbing a pillow to place under it. “i’ll be right back love.” he whispers, placing a kiss to your hair before leaving the room.

he comes in a few moments later, with more supplies in hand. he places a water bottle, snack and medicine bottle on your bedside table before, carefully placing the compress to your ankle. he gently presses down, pulling a sigh from you as you feel the cold seep through the wrap.

he grabs the snack bar, opening it before handing it to you, who happily takes a bite out of the sweet bar. he opens the bottle of water, trading with you once you finish your snack. he watches you take a couple sips before opening the medicine bottle, holding out 2 pills for you.

you take them from him, putting them in your mouth as he grabs the trash to throw out. he enters the room once again with another water bottle, placing it next to yours.

he grabs a blanket carefully laying it on top of you before making his way to the other side of the bed. he turns on the show you’re watching together before settling in next to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“thank you for taking care of me, my love.” you whispering, leaning into him, placing a kiss to the arm closest to you. he tightens his arms around you, placing a kiss to your hair, “anything for you, 자기야 .” you smile, melting into him, where you both stay for the rest of the night.

changbin

wc: 1.1k | ss: 1

you weren’t technically lying, you were tired. you didn’t tell the whole truth either.

it was your fault, truly, you worked out yesterday, didn’t properly stretch and you certainly didn’t drink enough water after your workout. you were so worried about some work to finish up that you forgot about it.

so unfortunately this led to you getting a charley horse in not one, but both calves. you had woken up this morning, stretched and both of your calves immediately seized up. the pain was immediate and lasted for about a minute.

you probably should’ve told bin but, you didn’t feel like getting lectured on top of everything else you had going on. plus, he had enough going on, he didn’t need to worry about your silly little muscle cramp.

you were moving around-semi fine. it did hurt to walk and your legs feel super tight but it was nothing to worry about- and certainly not for changbin to stress over. that was short-lived however, as soon as he arrived at your apartment, he clocked you immediately.

“what did you do?” he asked as soon as you opened the door.

“what? no hi baby! how are you? how was your day?” you pouted. “all i get is a what did you do?” you said in your best bini impression. “yeah it is because you hurt my baby and not even you can get away with that.” he shot back.

you roll your eyes at his comment. “will you at least get inside before you chastise me.” you widen the door to allow him to pass. once inside, he sets his bag and keys down while kicking off his shoes.

“so?” he asks, looking at you. “i just got a charley horse bin, i’m fine.” you reassure him softly. you saw it in his face as soon as the words left your mouth.

you quickly raise your hand as he opens his mouth. “i know, i don’t want to hear bin please, i just want to lay down.” you say, feeling defeated and tired. “okay bunny.” he sighed, grabbing your hand, placing it around his waist before wrapping his arms around you.

you both stay there for a minute before bini pulls away, places a kiss on your cheek. “can i carry you to bed?” you nod before he picks you up bridal style, pulling a squeak from you in surprise. you quickly wrap your arms around his neck and he carries you to your room.

he carefully lays you down on your soft mattress before walking into your bathroom. he walks back out, massage oil and towel in his hand.

you move to sit up, giving him space, getting ready to give him a massage. but when you look up, he’s just staring at you, almost hurt.

“what are you doing?”

you tilt your head in confusion. “sitting up to give you a massage.” you say, eyes big as you look at him. he walks over to you shaking his head, “no bunny, lay back, i’m giving you one.” he sets the folded towel and oil at the edge of the bed before moving your leg to sit.

“but i told you i’d give you one.” you mumbled, your eyes following his movements. “did you really think i’d make you give me one when you’re clearly tired and hurting?” you look down as you realized how silly it sounded.

“baby,” he places a gentle hand to your cheek, forcing you to look at you. “why don’t you ever let me take care of you?” he asked, eyes filled with love and concern. you shrug, “i’m just not used to asking for or receiving it i guess.”

his thumb gently rubs the soft skin of your cheek, “will you let me take care of you please?” he asks softly.his thumb gently rubs the soft skin of your cheek, “will you let me take care of you please?” he asks softly.

you give him a small nod. “okay.” he smiles, leaning forward to cover your face in kisses, before you giggle, softly pushing him away. “binnie!” you squeak. “okay okay.” he giggles, backing away.

he goes to help you lay back but not before stealing one last kiss. you try to act annoyed but your smile gives you away. “do you want to watch frieren?” he asks as he helps you move your pillows and blanket to get comfy.

“yes please.” you reply, fixing the soft blanket he placed over you. he hands you the remote for the tv before sitting down, placing your legs atop his. he puts the towel under your legs before putting some of the oil in his hands, gently rubbing the tight muscle.

“let me know if it hurts okay?” you give him a quick nod and smile before pressing play, snuggling under the soft fabric. he adds a little more pressure, you let out a small noise, the muscle feeling tender.

he immediately stops, “are you okay?” you nod, giving him a reassuring smile. “it’s just tender, it feels good though.” he guy, understanding, continue his massage, a tad bit lighter.

you both stay like that for at least 20 minutes, binnie switching legs half way through. it only took a few of those twenty to drift off, not fully sleeping but definitely not conscious.

until binnie stopped his movements, gently wiping away the excess oil. you open your eyes and look down, admiring the sweet boy in front of you.

once finished with the task at hand he meets your eyes and pauses. you give him a sleepy smile before making grabby hands to him. he giggles, moving your legs, throwing the towel to side, carefully laying on top of you.

you wrap your arms around him as he places kisses all of your face, pulling giggles from you in the process.

he stops for a moment and admires you, “what?” you ask softly. he shakes his head, “you know i love you right? and i’ll always be here to take care of you.” he’s looking at you with so much love. you nod your head, bring one hand to his soft cheek.

“i know, baby, and you know the same goes for your right?” your thumb gently rubbing the skin as he nods. he quickly leans down, placing a loving kiss to your plush lips before rolling over, pulling you into his chest.

he pulls a blanket over both of you, letting you get comfy, handing you your plushie before wrapping his arms around you. “love you so much bunny, okay?” he reassures once more, placing a kiss to your temple.

you sink further into him, placing a kiss above his heart, “you love you too, my binnie, so much.”

hyunjin

wc: 1.3k | ss: 2

to say you felt overwhelmed was an understatement.

you knew hyunjin would do anything for you, he’d drop everything if you asked him too. however, you never did, always worrying about burdening or annoying him no matter how much you preached the opposite.

you were stressed out, in pain and on top of that feeling so guilty. because not only did you cancel on your boyfriend and his friends but now, you made your boyfriend also cancel on his friends.

so now here you were, sitting on your couch, still in your work clothes, tears streaming down your face as the guilt, stress and pain overwhelmed your senses.

so much so that you were unaware of said boyfriend using his key to enter your apartment.

he was immediately alarmed by the uneven breathing coming from your couch. he made quick work of discarding his shoes and bags before finding the source of the noise.

“hey, hey, angel what’s going on?”

he rounded the furniture as shot up, looking at him. “i’m sorry.” you sobbed, covering your face in the process. he quickly makes his way to you, kneeling in front of you, one hand on your head, thumb brushing your forehead.

second hand gently rubbing the arm closest to him. “hey, what’s going on, hm? what are you apologizing for?” you feel him rest his chin on your shoulder.

you shake your head slightly, feeling suffocated under all the negative emotions. “breathe baby, breathe.” he pulls your hands from your face in an attempt to help you breathe better.

“can you sit up for me?” he whispers, thumb still rubbing soothing circles on your forehead. you shake your head, “it hurts.” you whimper, turning to face him.

“your back?” you nod, unshed tears gather in your eyes. he leans forward, placing a kiss to your forehead. “okay, will you let me help you? i just wanna help you feel better but you gotta sit up okay?”

he can see the stress in your face, “it’ll be okay, okay? i promise. i just wanna get you to the bathroom so i can run you a bath okay?” you’d be lying if you said that didn’t sound divine.

you nod your head slightly, prompting him to give you a kiss before readjusting. “okay my baby, i’m gonna help you sit up before you stand okay?”

“okay.” you nod, already holding your breath in preparation. he gives you his arm to hold as you pull yourself up. he gives you a countdown before pulling you up, moving your legs to the side of the couch.

you hiss in pain as you finally sit up, “you did so good for me baby.” he places a kiss to your temple. he stands, putting a hand out for you to grab.

you prepare yourself to follow him, as you grab his hand, taking a deep breath before pulling yourself up, “ow.” you whimpered before stumbling into him.

he catches you before you can fall, bringing you into his arms. a few tears shed as the pain shoots through your lower back, gripping hyunjin’s hand, letting out a few labored breaths..

he rubs your back gently and your head. rests against him, trying to breathe through the pain. “you’re doing so good baby, you’re halfway there. let me know when you’re ready.” you nod your head, taking one last deep breath.

“okay, i’m ready” you mumble. he turns as you grab his arm to hold as you walk. you focus on your breathing the whole way to the bathroom before he helps you lean against the counter.

“do you think you can stay like this while i get the bath ready?” he asks, eyes filled with concern and worry. you nod, giving him a small smile, “thank you hyune.” you say, bringing a hand up to rub his cheek.

“anything for you my love.” he says before grabbing your hand, placing a kiss to your palm.

you watch as he sets up the bath, starting the water, making it as hot as he can take it before adding the epsom salt and bubbles. once everything was added he made his way over to you.

“i’m gonna help you undress okay?” you nod your head before carefully lifting your arms. he grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, tossing it to the side.

he reaches behind you, undoing the clasp to your bra, kissing each shoulder and he pulls the straps down. “my beautiful muse.” he hums, giving your bra the same fate as your shirt.

you shiver, feeling exposed but the movement once again made the pain shoot up your spine. “ah.” you hiss, taking a deep breath once more. “i know baby, i’m sorry. just a little longer.”

he makes quick work of unbuttoning your jeans, cautiously pulling them down each leg. once they were pulled down, he did the same with your underwear. “okay hold my shoulder while i take them off.”

once he feels your hands grip his shoulders, he taps one leg, prompting you to lift it. he does the same to the other leg before once again tossing the fabric aside.

“there we go, i’m gonna help you get in then i’ll join you okay?” you nod before grabbing his hands once more.

he helps you step in, holding you steady as you sit down. you let out a sigh of relief as the hot water soothed your spine. you lean back, hyune placing a kiss to your temple before leaving you.

he searches through your cabinet before grabbing the massage oil, placing it to the side of the tub. he quick undresses, as you slowly shift forward, giving him space behind you.

he shuts off the water before he steps in, carefully sitting behind you. you go to sit back before he stops you. “hold on baby, i’m gonna try and massage it a bit okay?”

you pout, “but that’s my job.” he shaked his head, dark hair swishing back and forth with it. “not today, today i’m here to make you feel better.” he says before putting some oil hands, warming it up a bit.

“can you lean forward a bit or does it hurt?” you slowly cross you legs before carefully leaning forward. you felt a slight stretch in your lower back, letting out a sigh. hyunjin’s hands lay against your back, thumbs rubbing soft circles.

“you okay baby?” you nod a bit. “i’m good.” you mumble, trying to relax a bit more. hyunjin’s hands glide across your back with ease, stopping at each knot, giving it extra attention.

you were basically falling asleep when he came across a particularly sore spot, a gasp from you. he immediately stops his hands, resting them on your back.

“i’m sorry, baby.” you shake your head. “it’s okay, just a little tender now.” he places his hands on your sides, pulling you back slightly, carefully bringing you to him.

you gently lay against his back, sighing as you feel the hot water surround you from the shift. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer, placing a kiss to the side of you head.

“i wish you would’ve told me it was this bad.” he mumbles into your ear, playing with the bubbles around you.

you lean your head against his, “i’m sorry.” you play with his fingers, stopping his movements in the bubbles. “you have so much going on and i didn’t wanna add to that.”

you felt his head shift next to you. “hey,” you turn your head to him, “no matter what i have going on, i wanna be there for you when you’re hurting okay?”

you swallow the lump in your throat, nodding your head. “promise?” he asks, taking his hand to grab yours, lacing your fingers together. “i promise.” you lean fully into him, basking in the moment.

once the water ran cold, hyunjin helped you out of the tub, and into some comfy clothes. once he got you settled in your bed with your heating pad, he ordered dinner before joining you in bed.

and that is how you stayed for the rest of the night (apart from hyunjin grabbing your food) wrapped in the arms of your favorite boy, feeling much better than before.

jeongin

wc: 1.3k | ss: 1

you were were getting ahead on some prep for your bakery when jeongin texted you. you started wrapping up the strawberries you prepped for the cheesecakes the next day, dating them before going to put them in the cooler.

but as you turned around, container of red fruit in hand, you felt a jolt of pain in your knee before it gave out. luckily you were close enough to the countertop you were able to set the fruits down safely before finding your footing.

you look down and find your knee to find it swollen, fighting against the fabric of your pants. you sigh gently massaging it, hissing slightly as a shock of pain spreads through your knee. you place weight on your knee, finding it stronger than before but still weak.

you carefully making way your way to the cooler placing them gently inside. you turn around, placing your hands on your hips, looking at the kitchen around you, feeling proud of what you accomplished.

you were also thanking your past self for asking ryujin to clean the floors before she left because there’s no way you would’ve been able to. you made your way over to your work station, wiping down the table and discarding your trash.

you turn off all the lights, and headed out the door just in time to see jeongin’s car pull around the corner. you waved and gave him a smile, locking the door behind you. you walked to the car trying (and failing) to hide your limp.

seeing this jeongin immediately parked the car, getting out to meet you halfway. “hi bubba.” you smiled as he approached you. “hi noona,” he gives you a quick hug and peck on the side of your head before pulling away.

“what’s going on with your knee?” he asks, voice laced with concern. “nothing, it’s just a little sore-” he cuts you off. “noona, i love you but if you say it's nothing to worry about i’m gonna lose it.” you giggle and shake your head.

“there’s nothing to worry about, my knee gets like that every once and a while i’m okay.” you smile, trying to ease his concern. “i’d believe that if i didn’t just watch you limp over here.” he says, folding his arms, raising an eyebrow.

“ while i appreciate the concern,” you smile, you unfold his arms, sliding your hands in his, “i promise i am fine, it’s just a little swollen and sore. nothing a little ice and aspirin can’t fix.” you place a kiss on his cheek, moving to get to the car.

well at least you were trying to until your knee gave out once more, causing you to stumble. he catches you before you can fall, wrapping an arm around your waist, “woah! okay y/n, that’s not normal!” he exclaims, helping you stand.

“okay it looks bad but i promise it’s fine, i have it under control.” you tried reassure him, but he wasn’t buying it. “y/n.” his tone was stern and his eyes were worried. you sighed, knowing what had to be done. “i know.” you whispered, looking down. “but i can’t afford to go right now.” he sighed, pulling you into him, placing his arms around you.

“peach, you gotta get this checked out please, you’re making me worried.” you feel a slight sting behind your eyes, turning your face into his neck, wrapping your arms around him. “don’t worry about the money, okay? but we gotta get this figured out before it gets worse.” he whispers next to your ear, placing a kiss there.

you nod, taking a deep breath, pulling back looking at him. “okay, i’ll call tomorrow.” he smiles, placing a kiss on your temple. “okay good, now let’s go home hm?” you sniffle nodding. “yes please.”

he walks you to the car, helping you in the car, closing the door and making his way to the driver’s side. he grabs your hand, placing it on your thigh as he started the journey home. once he pulls into the parking lot of your complex, helps you out of the car.

“we’re gonna take it slow okay?” you go to open your mouth but quickly shut it, seeing the stern look on his face. you grab the hand he holds out, slowly make your way up the flight of stairs, one by one.

once making it into the apartment, you both kick off shoes, making your way into your room. “go shower, i’ll grab your clothes and towel for you.” he squeezes your hand as you part ways. you slowly make your way to your ensuite while he heads to your closet.

you turn on the water, making sure it’s set to warm the ridding yourself of your work clothes. once naked, you double check the temperature of the water before carefully stepping in, making sure to find your balance against the wall.

you heard a knock on the door before it opens, “peach?” he calls out, “i got your towel and some comfy clothes for you, i’m gonna set them on the counter okay?” you hear as he places the collection on the counter. “okay, thank you i.n-ah.” your heart warms at the act, wondering how you got so lucky. he takes a seat on the toilet, taking out his phone, scrolling through a delivery app.

“noona, what do you want for dinner?” he asks, “i was thinking ramen.” you can’t help the smile on your face as you sit under the water. “that sounds perfect.”

you both fall into casual conversation as you finish your shower and he finishes your order. you turn off the water and peek around the curtain, finding jeongin standing with your towel in hand. you reach your hand but he pulls it away before you can. he leans forward, “kiss please.” he purses his lips, waiting.

you giggle, rolling your eyes before giving him a quick kiss, “pleasure doing business with you.” he smiles, handing you the soft fabric. you wrap the towel around you, stepping out of the shower as jeongin walks about into your room, giving you privacy to get dressed.

you quickly dry off, carefully getting dressed, leaning on the sink to put on your shorts. you walk back into your room to find jeongin on your bed with lotion and massage oil next to him.

he smiles as you enter the room, patting the spot next to him, signaling you to take a seat. you make your way over, sitting against the pillows, being mindful of your knee. once settled he moves to sit in front of you, gently placing your leg on top of his.

“which one?” he asks, holding up the two bottles. “uh, the oil, but only a little please.” he nods, knowing you hate the feeling of anything greasy. he gets to work gently rubbing your knee, making sure to not apply too much pressure.

you both sit in silence while he worked his magic. you took in his side profile, taking this opportunity to truly take in his appearance. his soft skin, his boba eyes, his dimples that peak out every once in a while.

he senses someone looking at him causing him to look up, locking eyes with you. his cheeks become a light pink, “stop staring at me, weirdo.” he mumbles, continuing his task on your knee. you gasp in offense, “you're lucky my knee hurts or i’d kick you.” you pout, sinking into the pillow behind you.

he giggles before placing a kiss to your knee, moving to rub the underside of our knee. you hiss but soon relax as he works the sore muscle. you fall into conversation once more, him recounting his day as you relax further and further into the bed.

you end up falling asleep halfway through his story about hyunjin’s cuteness aggression halting dance practice once more. he looks over as soft breaths leave your lips, careful moving and placing your legs on the bed and a soft blanket over you.

placing a kiss on your forehead he leaves to prepare bowls, utensils and drinks for dinner, only waking you once it arrives. he brings it in with all other necessities to help soothe the pain in your knee, spending the rest of the night pampering you and icing your knee.

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Pt.13 “Mustard Leaf"

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Your first week back at school Inumaki avoids you like the plague. You don't think he ever looked at you once. Not when you came back into the classroom to say hi to everyone, not during conditioning (where he just so happened to be on the other side of the room at all times), not when you were being dismissed for the day and walking back to your dorms. You stand there for a while with Maki, it feels strange because you have grown so accustomed to having Inumaki walk you back to your room. But things have changed whether you like it or not. So you ignore the dull ache in your heart, looking back at the boy who definitely noticed the way you seem to be searching for him.

Turning back around you walk off, looping arms with Maki who has been uncharacteristically happy since your arrival back. Before this Maki wouldn't even hug you. He watches the back of your head, your ponytail bouncing with every step you take, your cute pink converse that you drew little stars and hearts on when the two of you were chilling in his dorm room one day. He wrote his name on them, he wonders if it's still there.

You turn around again as the boys round the corner towards their dorms, looking at person you miss most in life. The hardest part of it all-is that he is right in front of you. You had no idea it was possible to miss someone you see every day.

Maki focuses your attention back to the path in front of you, pulling you away from the trash can you almost walked into. The two of you laugh, she calls you a fucking dumbass.

Toge looks back to find the two of you giggling, it's nice to see you laugh. You've looked so sad ever since your return. His heart is warmed at the sight of you. But he catches you turning your head to get one last glimpse of him, so he looks away, acting as if he had not been stealing glances allll week.

Later that night you decide you cannot take it anymore. Siege says he's online, it's almost twelve in the morning so he has to be in his dorm. You put on a hoodie and march out there, making your way all the way across campus to the boys' dorms. They put them far apart for a reason, but you don't care. Maybe you should have out some pants on, some socks as the holes in your crocs seem to invite the cold air to go seeping through. Your body is covered in goosebumps.

You're almost there but you pause-a moment of clarity hits you.

Are you being crazy? Is this too much?

Your question is answered when you spot him standing outside. You are unaware but he is in a much similar place you are in-he would be lying if he said he wasn't walking out of his dorm with every intention to see you. That was until he actually spotted you of course, he suddenly freezes up as your figure begins to move closer.

"Toge!"

Oh fuck no.

He books it back to the entrance, but it seems he forgot-yes you are kind of fucking crazy because you chase him. Making it just in time to catch the door before he tries to open it. When did you get so fast?

"Toge no!" You plead as he tries to move your arm out of the way. And then the two of you begin to almost wrestle for the door handle, pushing your bodies against each other, using both of your strengths to your advantage. "You can't...fuck!" You stop as the boy begins to overpower you, prying your cold hands off the door. "You can't ignore me forever!"

And then you almost fall, so of course he catches you. He would never want to hurt you, but quickly releases his hold on you, slapping your hand lightly with furrowed brows. God, you annoy him sometimes. He hates the way you are fucking pouting at him; he hates the way the both of you are panting after the struggle that was trying to keep him from going back inside-he hates the fact that you are wearing shorts and no socks-shivering right before his very eyes. It's cold out here, you're going to get sick.

And then he laughs at the ridiculous situation the two of you have found yourselves in. You are definitely determined; he'll give you credit where it's due.

You giggle but are afraid to laugh too much. There's nothing funny about this actually, you need your favorite person back. He drags you inside, pulling you by the wrist and scoffing when he feels how cold your skin is. The first thing he does is grab you a blanket, wrapping it around you. And he looks down only to realize that the two of you have the same pair of crocs on. His eye twitches, yes, you annoy him.

"Sorry! I ordered them for the both of us.... thought it would be cute. That was before.... well, you know"

He rolls his eyes and sits down on his gaming chair. You sit on his bed in the same spot you always used to. It feels different now.

"Okay, so I have a lot to say, like a lot and I know for like more than half of it you're gonna be like 'well what the fuck does that have to do with me?' and you're right but I just need you to understand where I'm coming from. Why I am the way I am" You begin, looking up at the ceiling as you nervously rock your leg up and down.

He nods, purple eyes taking in every inch of you. You look so afraid.

You take the biggest sigh of your life, it feels like you can finally breathe. "Okay! So basically, when I was young my parents were in a fucking cult-the star religious group, time vessel association, whatever the fuck. And like it was really weird and scary; they were super obsessed with me and my brother. Wanted to use our power for who knows what so they would do these like experiments on us and make us do really weird shit. Honestly, I can't even remember most of it. Pretty sure I blocked that all out but just know it was fucked up. So then when I'm a bit older this guy takes over and everything gets like a million times weirder, and he starts telling us that all non-curse users need to be wiped out-that they're not pure. So understandably my parents got really scared and they wanted to leave but my brother didn't! He got really close to the dude actually and started becoming a part of whatever they were doing so he refused to go"

You breathe again and he waits, you are sure he's sick and tired of listening to you speak. You wish you could hear him speak. "And long story short, they killed him. I don't know how, my parents won't tell me, but he was like their golden child so obviously they took it really hard and that's when they started hating curse users. They ended up joining another religion-another cult that is arguably just as bad.... they did actual fucking exorcisms on me to try and drain me of my power! But it never worked"

And you begin to choke up, bottom lip wobbling at how crazy this must sound. It's exactly why you never spoke about it to anyone-you're ashamed. "And I think the only reason they let me fucking come to this school is because my brother wanted to go.... but they always fucking told me if I did one thing wrong-anything they didn't like they would bring me back home. You have no idea how many times I would meet random guys, sometimes even grown ass men that they would tell me I might marry one day....c-cause' they don't want me to end up with another curse users" A tear falls from your eye, you wipe it away with your sweater.

"They just hate me and everything I am! It hurts so much all I ever wanted was to impress them! And I'm not trying to make you feel bad for me I just need you to understand that what I did was never because of you. That you weren't enough because Toge I have never met anyone like you before! You are so so amazing and I wish I would have told you that sooner I was just afraid....and I was always in fear of what direction my life would go. Always so uncertain of what my future was gonna be.... dating anyone was the last thing on my mind. If anything, it made me hate all guys and want nothing to do with them!"

You are basically full-on sobbing by this point, ugly crying-God you feel so embarrassed. "I just wanted them to be proud of me! It's the only reason I said yes when he asked. I thought if I did something that makes them happy while also being a sorcerer they would change their minds and let me stay....because Inumaki the only thing worse than living my life wanting you would be living it without you"

"And fuck! I am just so so sorry I hurt you! I can't believe I did that to you! You deserve so much better and I-"

"Stop!" He finally speaks; the blue light of his computer makes his marking more visible than ever. You think they look so beautiful on him.

You are frozen not because you wish to be but because you have no other choice. It is like you have no free will; it almost scares you.

But he stands up and hugs you. You feel so comforted and complete, it is a feeling that nobody, certainly not even your parents have made you feel. You feel safe. You keep crying but he doesn't mind, he pets your hair and just allows you to let it all out. You aren't sure how long the two of you stay like that, but he pulls away when you finally stop. And he wordlessly drags you to the bathroom, giving you tissues and letting you wash your face before grabbing you some water.

"T-thank you Toge" You hiccup as the two of you find your ways back to sitting on his bed.

He feels bad. He had no idea all of that would be at play. He was just so caught up in you that he forgot about everything else, that life happens and not everything will go the way it's supposed to. Or maybe it does because you sit here in his arms, and it feels like the biggest weight has finally been lifted off of your chest.

He is holding you, one arm wrapped across your back and the other rests on your hip. Your head is resting on his chest, listening to his abnormally fast heartbeat but you won't question it-yours is beating fast too.

"Mustard leaf" I forgive you.

You would cry if you did not weep all your tears already. Finally, things are okay. "You're very special to me Toge. I wish I could...indulge on how I feel about you but i just can't. Not right now"

"Shhh" He comforts you, he understands. Maybe you should find a place to live in between school seasons before you worry about him. He kisses the top of your head and the two of you stay that way for a while.

The two of you stay up until morning comes, playing scary Minecraft mods and genuinely laughing together for the first time in weeks.

It feels right.

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sturniololuvz · 25 days ago

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Can you do one where there little sister is dating Nate but there filming a vlog and wake that up from a nap and they go like shopping and do random stuff for the vlog but she’s grumpy the whole time and only being soft towards Nate cause that’s her only exception

“Grumpy Girl Era”

“Alright, vlog — it’s currently 2:14 in the afternoon, and we’re about to commit a crime,” Chris whispered dramatically into the camera, panning over to Nick and Matt standing outside their little sister’s bedroom door.

“She’s been asleep for three hours,” Nick said, knocking.

“That’s called a nap, not hibernation,” Matt added.

Chris cracked the door open.

Inside, the room was dark and peaceful. Their little sister — blanket half over her face, one sock on, one sock off — was clearly not ready to be a content creator.

Chris zoomed in with the camera. “Operation Wake the Beast begins now.”

Matt flicked the light on. “Rise and shine, Sleeping Problem.”

She groaned loudly, flipping over and pulling the blanket back up. “If you talk to me right now, I will cry.”

Nick cackled. “Mood.”

“We’re going shopping,” Chris announced. “You’re coming. The fans miss you.”

“I don’t like the fans,” she mumbled. “I like silence. And Nate.”

Chris turned the camera to himself. “And there it is, folks. The only person she respects.”

⸻

At the store —

She trailed behind the triplets like a storm cloud in a hoodie, arms crossed, hair in a messy claw clip, eyes narrowed at everything that dared to exist.

“Should we get matching bucket hats?” Matt asked, holding up an orange one.

“Should you get therapy?” she muttered.

Chris wheezed behind the camera.

Nick tried handing her a protein bar. “You need this. You’re hangry.”

“I’m homicidal.”

Then, from down the aisle—

“Hey, babe.”

Nate appeared, hands in his pockets, smile soft as always. Her face instantly softened.

“Hi,” she said quietly, letting him wrap an arm around her.

“Oh my God,” Chris whispered. “She’s smiling. Alert the press.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, but leaned into Nate’s side like he was the only thing keeping her tethered to earth.

Matt held up a plant. “Should we get this for your room?”

“I want to throw it at you.”

“Okay, so we’re still at war.”

⸻

Later — in the car:

Nick was in the backseat trying to review vlog footage. Matt was driving. Chris was recapping the day.

“Nick nearly got banned from Target for dancing in the shampoo aisle, Matt talked to a mannequin for three minutes, and Y/N threatened my life seven times.”

“Five,” she corrected, still curled up in Nate’s hoodie in the passenger seat. “And I stand by all of them.”

“She’s still in her villain arc,” Matt muttered.

Nate handed her a Gatorade without a word. She took it, sipping quietly, eyes half-lidded.

“You’re my favorite,” she whispered.

Chris, filming from the backseat, zoomed in on her. “Tell the people why you’re only soft with Nate.”

“Because Nate doesn’t ruin naps. Or make me wear Crocs in public.”

Matt looked offended. “They’re lime green. They’re fashion.”

She gave him a death glare. “You’re lucky I like Mom.”

⸻

By the end of the vlog, she was curled up in Nate’s lap on the couch while the triplets did the outro.

“We survived the shopping trip,” Nick said.

“Barely,” Matt added, showing his arm where she had playfully punched him.

Chris turned the camera on her. “Anything to say to the vlog, grumpy girl?”

She blinked, clearly half-asleep again. “You wake me up from another nap, I’m fighting you”

Nate kissed the top of her head. “Still cute though.”

“AND THAT’S A WRAP,” Chris yelled.

⸻

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conchcronch · 8 months ago

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Kinktober 2024: Day 5

WC: 2700

Summary: He's overworked and desperately needs you to help him, too bad he's got a mountain of work to get through before the day is done.

A/N: I'm not all that thrilled with this piece tbh, likely I'll come back to revise it post kinktober, but let me know what you think! I've been lovingly calling this part 'Croc-Warming'

You were so tired of wandering the barren walls of Crocodile’s ship, convinced you had memorized every wood grain of every board that made up this boat. By the fourth pass by his office door this evening you thought maybe this was your chance.

For days you had been begging for him, every moment you had in private you were running your hands along him, trying to press up against him, anything to try to draw him in. But nothing would work. His excuse of being overworked and exhausted had been reasonable, he was at Cross Guild meetings every day, coming home and shutting himself in his office until the wee hours of the morning, but it had been so long since you had touched him you were sure he was craving it at least half as much as you were.

The heavy office door made such a pleasing sound when you tapped your knuckles against the door, pausing for a second before hearing his low voice beckon you in. “Hi” You poked your head in, watching him look up just enough to see you before looking back down at the weighty document that sat in front of him.

“If you’ve come to whine about when I’m going to fuck you, I can make it quick. I have about 200 pages of some agreement the clown insists is a ‘bonafide’ venture for us to pursue, so I have no time for you.” You tried to not let the last part cut too deep, knowing he was overextended and hadn’t been sleeping much. But if you could just convince him somehow, you knew for a fact he would feel so much better.

“Can I help?” You tried to keep your toe soft, stepping past the threshold of his office and closing the door behind you. The wood was cold on the bottoms of your feet, your fluffy socks doing little against the frosty waters cooling the bowels of the ship. He looked up at you, fully, pausing to pull his cigar from between his teeth as he racked his eyes over you. You had intentionally come down in a nightgown he had bought you, the deep purple fabric hugging you in all his favourite ways. ”I could make you a coffee if you wanted, to help you stay awake.” You stepped closer to him, even going around his desk when he didn’t immediately stop you. “But that might make falling asleep even harder for you.” He hummed, his cigar back between his teeth as he lowered his gaze back to the legal document in front of him. You stepped behind him, thankful for how low he kept his desk chair so you were able to reach his shoulders. “Is this okay?” You asked, leaning forward so he could feel your warm breath puff out over his ear.

“Yeah” You silently began working the tension out of his shoulders, your fingers struggling to push deep enough into his tissue to make much of a difference but when you heard him groan you knew you were somehow helping. Slowly you worked your fingers up to his neck, digging your fingers into his dense muscle, rubbing circles with your thumbs on his bare skin. “Why do I feel like you have ulterior motives for doing this?” You could feel the vibrations of his voice in your fingers as you moved them back down to his shoulders.

“If by ulterior motives you mean, I want to help you relax, then yes Sir you bet I do.” He grumbled at your use of the title, loving the way it sounded in your mouth.

“Were you always so sly?” He asked, taking his cigar out of his mouth and leaning his head back so he could look up at you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, moving your hands to comb through his slicked back locks, the gel beginning to break down and leave behind his well taken care of hair. He closed his eyes, sighing as you pressed kisses along his hairline. “I’ve missed you.” He hummed, which was the closest thing you’d get to him saying he had missed you.

“To be clear, your advances haven’t gone unnoticed.” You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your lips that were pressed to his forehead. “But I know if we start, there’s no chance my work is getting done.”

“You’ve been working 12 hour days for the last month, I think you can spare an hour or two for some self care.” He sighed like the weight of the seas rested solely on his shoulders.

“You have no idea how untrue that is.” You felt him begin to fidget, slowly pulling his head up which was your que to move away. “I’m sorry kitten” He reached around and grabbed your hand in his, tugging you to his side so he could see you, his eyes scanning over you as he chewed the tip of his cigar “and you look so pretty for me” you nodded, looked up at him through your lashes. He moved his large hand from your wrist to your body, running from your stomach up to your breast, thumbing your nipple through the thin material before dragging it up your neck, cupping your cheek in his hand. “I wish I didn’t have to work..” There was a sadness in his eyes, something you hadn’t ever seen there before. It was different from your moments of intimacy, where he looked at you with what you can only assume is love, this felt like remorse, remorse for having to choose work over you.

“It’s okay,” You pressed your face into his palm, holding onto his forearm with both hands as you savoured this moment of quiet contact because you weren’t sure when you would next get to experience it. “I’ll leave you to it then.” Kissing his palm before guiding his hand away from your face as you stepped away from his desk, “Try to get at least a little bit of sleep.” You looked back at him as you paused at the door, noticing the way he opened his mouth for a second like he was about to say something, giving him time to decide.

“You can stay…If you want.”

“You don’t mind?” He looked down at the papers in front of him

“I don’t.” It was late but you weren’t about to turn down the only invite you’ve gotten from him in who knows how long. You walked over to the elaborate couch he had opposite his desk, taking up your spot in the corner and watching as he worked.

After a few quiet moments of you watching him, you couldn’t help but shoot your shot. “Y’know,” You paused, waiting until his eyes met yours, an eyebrow quirking when he saw the look in your eyes. “If all you’re doing is reading, you could read over here.” You patted the crushed velvet cushion next to you.

“Why do I feel like I’m not going to get much reading done if I accept?” Despite the question that went answered, he pushed himself up, gathered the papers and walked over to the couch. He sat down, next to you, his hooked arm over the back of the couch, resting the stack of paper on his knee.

Everything about his proximity was driving you crazy, his cologne, the smell of his hair gel and watching his ringed fingers turn page after page. As you chewed the inside of your lip you scooted closer to him, leaving against the side of his chest and bringing your legs up against the soft fabric. At first you had started reading the words strewn across the pages, trying to follow the legal jargon being used but when you felt his arm wrap around you, holding you tightly against him you were reminded of the yearning between your legs.

Very slowly you ran a hand across his chest in what you hoped appeared to be a soothing gesture, rather than that of longing. But he knew you too well to assume your touch was anything other than a pleading gesture, but despite that, he didn’t stop you. Your hand moved across his wide chest, following the lines of his muscles as you slipped lower down his stomach but stopping at the hem of his vest. Every part of your brain was screaming at you to go lower, to slip your hand beneath the waist of his dress pants, to run your hand along his cock. And gods you wanted to, you’re confident you had never wanted something so badly before in your life, but you forced yourself to abstain, knowing the Guild had become something very important to him and you didn’t want to get in the way of that. “I wouldn’t stop you.” His words came out so casually, a puff of sweet cigar smoke flowing from his mouth and down over the papers.

“You wouldn’t?” You moved so you could look up at him, watching as his lilac eyes scanned line after line not stopping to meet your gaze.

”As long as I can still read, I won't stop you.” As if a gun had just been shot, you jumped to your knees, hands on his chest to support you as you moved to straddle his wide waist. He moved his head from side to side as you positioned yourself, your fingers working quickly to undo his belt, then his button, then his zipper. His underwear sat low on his hips, a dark treasure trail leading down past the fabric, beckoning you to follow it. ”Don’t think I’ve ever seen you so determined.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, finally watching you pull the waist of his boxers up enough that you could fish out his cock.

You shouldn’t have been surprised that he was half hard, the moment he had sat on this couch he knew where the night was going. He knew you were completely unable to resist him when he was so near, knowing the moment you leaned against him that he had you right where he wanted you.

When you finally pried him from his pants, he let out a long low groan, missing the feeling of your hands wrapped around his cock. He tried his best to focus on the pages, and when your hands left him he thought he may be out of the woods. That is, until he saw you hiking your dress up over your hips, exposing your bare cunt to him.

He opened his mouth to protest, but when you raised yourself up onto your knees and rubbed his swollen head against your soaked entrance he couldn’t stop the long moan he was too slow to smother.

“I knew you m-missed me.” You sighed, rubbing him between your folds enjoying the way he was struggling to hold the pages steady behind you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He huffed out, the words barely slipping from between his clenched teeth.

“I’m ah I’m keeping your cock warmmm.” You slowly lowered yourself down, his cock head pushing past your ring muscle with the sting of stretch.

“Fuck you’re too tight.” He pinched his eyes closed and his jaw clenched.

“It’s fine I’m s-stretched.” It was taking every ounce of your self control to not sit straight down on his cock but you knew it would be too much. “Just lemme get it all in then I’ll stop b-othering you.” Piecing your sentence together was a struggle, the feeling of his length stretching you more than your fingers ever could was causing your brain to blank.

When you finally sat against him, his cock nestled between your tight walls you laid against his chest, a shaky sign leaving your body. “You settled now?” You nodded, one hand feeling your lower stomach, half expecting to feel him bulging out of you.

The sound of his heartbeat steadying as you leaned your head against his chest lulled you into a sleep you didn’t even realize you needed. His hooked arm wrapping around your waist to keep you against him while his hand flipped page after page.

You didn’t know how long you had been asleep but you awoke to the sound of a heavy stack of papers falling on the ground, his hand rubbing down your back slowly. “Fuck kitten.” He groaned quietly into your hair, his lips moving against your head as he raised his hips to push himself somehow deeper. “You’re so good at keeping my cock nice and warm.” You blinked sleepily, looking up at him through heavy lashes.

“Are you all done?” He nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Think you can get up on those knees of yours and ride me?” You pressed your hands to his chest, supporting yourself against him as you pushed your body up onto your knees, his cock sliding out of your hole. “Take it real slow kitten, I won’t last long as it is.”

His eyes were focused down at your cunt, watching it sink down on his cock. The curved side of his hook ran down your back, pressing into the small of your back and making you arch into him. “Touch yourself.” He leaned back, his hips bucking up as he relaxed into the couch. He loved watching you do all the work, his eyes following your hand as it slid down your stomach, your fingers slipping down until your clit was between your index and middle fingers. You moved them slowly, rubbing along either side of the sensitive bud as you rode him. “How’s it feel?”

You nodded, furrowing your brows as you pinched your eyes closed in an attempt to put together a coherent sentence. “It feels…fuck it feels as good as the first time.” His hand moved from your hip to your cheek, drawing you into a kiss. It felt like it had been years since he had kissed you like this, tongue sliding along yours as he groaned into your mouth. “Croc” you whispered as he swallowed your words “Will you cum inside me?” He didn’t answer right away, just smiled against your lips.

“Only if you cum first.” You nodded, his lips overtaking your own again, ending any further conversation. The combination of your fingers moving against your clit, his tongue entertaining with your own and his cock bullying its way against your cervix, it didn’t take long for you to clench around him as the crashing wave of orgasm overtook you.

Your legs tensed, slamming you down and taking him as deep as he could go. Your walls quivered around him, ushering him to his own climax. The air was knocked from his lungs, the pleasure overtaking his body entirely as he filled you with his cum. The feeling of warmth flooded you, and just when you thought you could never feel more full then you did, he just kept going. His hips thrusted up into you, each thrust weaker than the last until they slowed and you could lay limply against him.

“Fuck” was the only word he could produce, all others seems too far away. He rubbed his hand along your back, not minding the thin layer of sweat that had gathered on any exposed skin. “Kitten, let’s get you up.” He leaned forward, speaking directly in your ear.

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m not ready to move yet.” Your voice was raspy, clearly you had been louder than you realized.

“I want to get you cleaned up before bed.” Your eyelids feel heavy and the stiffness in your hips was beginning to morph into a pain. “I’ll run us a bath and then we can get some sleep.” A bath sounded so nice, you wanted to tell him how badly you wanted that, but words were just out of reach.

“You’re…you’re going to come to bed tonight?” Slowly he lifted you off his cock, shifting you to being carried bridal style as he walked through the halls you had spent so much time pacing through, waiting for him to finally let you in.

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